Old Glory - The poem that accompanies the
I am the Flag of the United States of America - My name is Old
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutions of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest
military power in the world.
Look up and see me!
I stand for Peace, Honor, Truth, and Justice - I stand for
I am confident, I am arrogant, I am proud!
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little
higher, my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one - I am recognized all over the world.
I am Worshipped, I am Loved, and I am feared!
I have fought in every battle of every war for more than two
Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of
France, the Argon Forest, Anzio, Rome, Pearl Harbor, the beaches of
Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Viet Nam, the Persian Gulf,
and a score of other places long forgotten by all but those who
were there with me.
I was there.
I led my Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines,
I followed them, and watched over them. They love me.
I was on a small hill on Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle worn, and tired, but my Soldiers cheered me,
and I was PROUD!
I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled in the streets of
countries that I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of
own country, but when it is by those whom I have served with in
battle, it HURTS!
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of earth, and from my vantage point on
the moon, I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space.
I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes...
-- when I am torn into strips to be used as a bandage for my
wounded comrades on the field of battle,
-- when I fly at half mast to honor my Soldiers, my Sailors, my
Airmen, my Marines,
-- and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother -
at the graveside of her fallen son or daughter.
I am proud - My name is Old Glory!
Long may I wave, dear God.
Long may I wave.
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